Tears Of The Saints Lyrics - Casting Crowns

There are many prodigal sons 

On our city streets they run 

Searching for shelter 

There are homes broken down 

Peoples hopes have fallen to the ground 

From failures 

This is an emergency! 

There are tears from the saints 

For the lost and unsaved 

Were crying for them come back home 

Were crying for them come back home 

And all your children will stretch out their hands 

And pick up the crippled man 

Father, we will lead them home 

Father, we will lead them home 

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There are schools full of hatred 

Even churches have forsaken 

Love and mercy 

May we see this generation 

In its state of desperation 

For Your glory 

This is an emergency! 

There are tears from the saints 

For the lost and unsaved 

Were crying for them come back home 

Were crying for them come back home 

And all your children will stretch out their hands 

And pick up the crippled man 

Father, we will lead them home 

Father, we will lead them home 

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Sinner, reach out your hands! 

Children in Christ you stand! 

Sinner, reach out your hands! 

Children in Christ you stand! 

There are tears from the saints 

For the lost and unsaved 

Were crying for them come back home 

Were crying for them come back home 

And all Your children will stretch out their hands 

And pick up the crippled man 

Father, we will lead them home 

Father, we will lead them home